Individual memory creates our sense of self, but our self continuously creates and recreates memory. This is why memory is so fickle - it must conform to our ever-changing selves. I migrate between image and object (magpie gatherings from thrift stores, curbsides and dumpsters) to describe the subjective, nonlinear quality of memories - the way they pile up, spread and connect, rather than simply passing. The intertwined notions of self and memory are powerful and tenacious and yet any attempt to fix the self through memory proves that both are frail and tenuous.